The next day in Matt's SLAM (Single Living Accomidation and Mess) room
Matt takes his flexiarmour off and throws on his leather jacket and rakes around his locker for the bottle of Whisky his uncle gave him for his birthday
"Aye, there ye are!"
It's a bottle of 790AS Denver Highlands whisky.
"Yer almost tae good tae drink"
He makes his way past the repair bay, his guardian has been electrically damaged from repeated Ion contacts in the Badlands.
"Bettah get tha' thing repaired, man that fight in Hudson was intense"
He wanders into the bar, keeping the bottle hidden from view. Seeing Redline plumped up on a sofa, dozing - He sits in the corner and waits for the rest of his patrol group
"Barm'n, whit beer ye got?
The barman gestures to Liberty Ale and more Liberty Ale
"Nevah liked tha' stuff, nevah mind - better than nothin' - Two more o'them please - They ain't for frecking me either!
He takes a seat with the other beers ready on the table and the whisky tucked safely into his jacket. He hum's a tune and awaits this nights after shift madness
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